the heart, abstract thoughts
sometimes it’s good to listen to the words that come out of our mouths. they will reveal our inner most feelings about ourselves, people, places, dreams, ideas, etc. “out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks”…matthew 12:34 sometimes my feelings, my dreams, my heart, and my mind are not in agreement. i become torn over simple things, mindless ideas. i narrow the world to a handful of sand instead of looking at the beach. but im so focused on that handful of sand that im missing the crashing of the waves, the beauty of the water, and the joy of the moment. then i realize as the sand escapes through the webs of my fingers that the sand is temporary. there have been so many handfuls of sand. sometimes i’ve grabbed handfuls of sand and created beautiful sandcastles, some more elaborate than others. some sandcastles remain, others have been smashed to pieces by a tumultuous wave. but there was no sadness, because the sand remained. sometimes i’ve received gifts of sand and i’ve never returned those to the vastness of the beach. sometimes, i get tired of the sand, but no matter where i go, im surrounded.
